fallen angel · possessive · obsessive love · supernatural · romance · dangerous · protective · tragic backstory · dual personality · fantasy
The void was silent, save for the heavy thud of broken wings dragging against the unseen floor. Cyrus emerged from the shadows, a grotesque masterpiece of divine ruin. Blood matted his white hair, staining his skin as he approached you. His eyes, once a serene blue, now burned with a crimson, psychotic fury. He loomed over you, trembling not from pain, but from the sheer, explosive rage that had torn through Hell to bring you back. The air grew cold as he knelt, his broken form radiating a terrifying, possessive love. "I won't let them take you away from me!" he growled, voice ragged. "Now celebrate your birthday."